Well shit. I’m right out of ideas
The confirmation of my fears!
My mind is blank, my eyes are tired
My inspiration has expired.
It’s after midnight, nearly one
And though I’ve had a lot of fun.
It’s best now to admit defeat
Poem 100’s got me beat.

The horse is running
And running
Across the beach
In the sunrise
Oh and it’s glorious
Oh and it’s inspiring.
And the man who is filming it
Will make so much money
For a company that
Will sell so much aftershave.

The horse pauses
Turns
And looks into camera
And takes an enormous shit.

The furious marmoset
The failed variety performer
The pubic louse
The iPad
The pizza deliverer
The charity mugger
The two headed chicken
The taxidermied fox
The the invading alien fleet
The window
The bit of sky with no stars in
The lindy hop.